I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart

The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip moving across the paper.

The rematch coincidentally collided with the final exams, making it essential to practice physics problems and not neglect the main subjects.

Perhaps knowing that most students lack self-discipline, teachers from various subjects also started to assign an insane amount of homework.

So much so that even Ruan Ruan couldn’t find time to hang out with Qingran.

Qingran’s wrist ached from writing, she put down her pen and shook her wrist, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye that Xie Ying’an was also working through the same test paper.

Xie Ying’an had reverted to his wildly cursive handwriting, which was so connected that it was almost impossible to recognize without looking carefully.

He was merely coping with the homework. Old Wu even used him as an example last time to scold the underperformers, saying how Xie Ying’an, who ranked first in their grade, never missed submitting his homework. How could those far behind him in grades have the audacity not to do their homework?

However, Qingran had no idea why Xie Ying’an initially wanted to become a doctor, or even why he had practiced the wildly cursive script in advance for that purpose.

Having written down the last answer, Xie Ying’an hadn’t yet put down his pen when the silence in the room was broken by the urgent ring of a cellphone.

Xie Ying’an took out his phone, saw ’Li Qing Mo’ displayed on the screen, and, not wanting to answer, he swiped to decline the call.

Within half a minute, Qingran’s phone began to ring, and the caller was the same person.